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“I promise.”

***Gage***

I can’t remember the last time I just held a woman in my arms. Hell, I don’t think I’veeverdone it. Yet here I am, and I don’t want to fucking move. I want to stay like this, with her arms around me and her breath on my neck. She smells so fucking good; I don’t even know how to describe it. I trail my fingers up and down her thigh and she shivers.

“Gage?”

“Hmm?”

“What are we going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

She sits up and stares at me with tear-filled eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to hurt Chris.”

“It all comes down to who you want more, me or him. The longer you stay with him, the more you’ll hurt him.”

“He’s all I have. What if in a few days you decide you don’t want me anymore?”

“What if tomorrow he decides he doesn’t want you? There are no guarantees.”

“True.”

I swipe a tear from her cheek with my thumb. “You’re way too young to be this serious. There’ll be life beyond him. There’ll be life after me, although I know that’s gonna be tough. It’s not easy getting over me,” I joke, but not really. What can I say? The ladies love me.

She smiles and smacks my chest playfully, then wipes away her tears.

“Okay, hot stuff. What about Lonnie? She’ll be furious.”

“I’ll take care of her.”

“Not yet, please? I need some time.”

“I’ll leave you out of it for now, but Iamsetting her straight.”

“I think we should keep this quiet, at least until my birthday.”

“I agree, but I want to see you.” I leave no room for argument in my tone.

“How are we going to work that out?”

“I don’t know, but I bought us some time tonight so…what do you wanna do?”

She shrugs and begins to play with the pendant on my necklace.

“I was going to watch a movie before you got here.”

“Movie it is.”

She slides off my lap and I just want to pull her back. I watch as she walks to the fridge, opens it, and peers inside. The Lord is my shepherd, I see what I want. She’s bent over at just the right angle for fucking. I want to smack that ass…pull her hair as I slide inside…

“You want something to drink, a snack? I made monkey bread.”

Her voice snaps me out of my fantasy. “Monkey bread? What the fuck is that?”